We’re more than a few days late, but I can get this posted now that Fyrecon work is resting (at least for a day or so before we get back into more future planning!)
When people see us together, it means I’m at work, fulfilling a deceased’s final wish.
My magic twists inside me, turning the last remnants of their lives into an energy that gives them just enough shape to appear alive one last time.
The young man at my arm glares through the dirty window of an overflowing animal shelter. His determination is strong, fueling him longer than most ghosts can withstand, as we wait and wait and wait for his beloved pup to find her home.
Days pass, this man desperately clinging onto my arm. His edges are blurring, the color in his skin fading as he wills himself to remain. His pup, an elderly girl too old to rehome, whines constantly, as if she can sense her human just outside the store.
She probably can—dogs’ senses are like that. Not even a grim reaper can hide its scent from them.
The third week passes, and this man only has hours left. His pup is still at the shelter, still pining, until she shudders and goes limp. Her own ghost, a vibrant shadow rippling with desire, dashes through the cage bars, through the walls, and out the window.
She snuffs her sobbing human, her tagging wagging, and they fade away together, two final wishes finally satisfied.
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